Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.